After nine consecutive years of medical training (16 years total of post-secondary training), I finally finished last Thursday. When asked what I do for a living, I no longer have to hem and haw, awkwardly describing myself as an "almost doctor" or "doctor-in-training" or "resident doctor" or "fellow" (what the heck is a fellow?). I am simply a doctor. Full stop.
I am a strange mix of exhausted, burnt out, humbled, ecstatic, terrified, and proud. I've slept poorly ever since finishing, because I am constantly thinking about this new state of being and what it means to me. I'm not quite sure. I don't even fully know what comes next, although there is a preliminary contract sitting unsigned on my desk.
At the very least, I know that I have seven weeks off. I plan to sleep and eat and laugh and daydream and cram in as many of the things that I have said no to over the past nine years as I possibly can. I feel so, so lucky to have this space and time for the first time in far too many years.